The two gods' refining minds collided, creating a storm that rippled around and caused black tiles to fly everywhere.

The young man killed Hu Jia with his will!

Thirty steps closer, the sword energy spreads horizontally, and the awe-inspiring sword energy cuts down with a bang.

Ximen Qiuhua's face turned pale, and his mind felt a little unable to hold on any longer. After the Gong Shang Corner, it was difficult to gain momentum.

However, Anle's strength grew stronger as the battle progressed, and under the overlapping momentum, he approached Ximen Qiuhua.

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes were bright, her fighting spirit was like a rainbow, her hair was flying upside down, but she didn't retreat. She hooked her five fingers and pulled up the strings, like a bow bent over the full moon, and the bow was shocked like a thunderbolt!

This is a Confucian scholar who is full of Confucianism but hangs out in Linhua Pavilion.

At this moment, he was like a sharpshooter surrounding him to kill Hu Man!

The jade flute floated up and rested on the strings.

The harp is the string, and the flute is the arrow.

The music is the most murderous!

He wanted to kill the powerful young man in front of him!

boom!

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Before Ximen Qiuhua could react, a broken black tile suddenly filled with sword energy and struck the Jiaowei Guqin. The Guqin was shattered into pieces and exploded!

Everything can be approached with sword energy!

Ximen Qiuhua spit out a mouthful of blood. His energy was in chaos. He could no longer gather his momentum. His eyes shrank. The thick black night suddenly turned into a ball of ink stains. The ink stains pulled out slender threads, like a completely blackened thread.

The strings of...

Wiped across his neck, bringing up a drop of bright red blood.

Ximen Qiuhua's momentum suddenly collapsed, and he fell two steps on the roof. The joy of slicing away the lingering music and strings of the piano with the green mountain was no longer blocked. He pushed out a sword, penetrated Ximen Qiuhua's chest, and then pulled it out again.

Bring a lot of blood.

At this moment, the sound of the piano disappeared and the sword energy disappeared.

Only the two people standing on the roof were left, looking at each other.

His eyes were full of regret, but he also had the joy of having a hearty battle.

In one person's eyes, the invincible power has just begun to take shape, with a brilliant fighting spirit like the blazing sun, and like a roc rising in the wind!

It was as if at this moment, he was wearing an invincible force and was surging like a wave, holding a sword and pointing it at the city.

Fight for Lin'an!

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